Safe Not Sorry (The Unusuals)
Title: Safe Not Sorry
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Eric Delahoy and Leo Banks
Word Count: 205
Rating: PG
Summary: Banks starts to worry about getting the Swine Flu
Disclaimer: I don’t own it
Eric looked around his computer monitor to his partner, who was typing one letter on his keyboard then washing his hands with sanitizer. “Banks,” he said. “What the hell are you doing?”
Leo looked at him. “You didn’t hear about the Swine Flu? Man, its one more thing for me to die from.”
“Will you shut up? You aren’t gonna die. At least not from Swine Flu. By the way, it’s called H1N1 Virus now.”
“Virus? See, I’m gonna die. I’ll die from this.” He poured more sanitizer into his palm and rubbed his hands together.
Eric grabbed the small bottle from the other man’s desk. “Kiwi?” he asked, reading the label. He flipped the cap open and smelled it. “It smells like kiwi. Man, you’re gonna die smelling like a chick.”
“Bridget gave it to me.” He took the bottle back. “The virus is in the city. Did you notice Beaumont isn’t here today? What if she’s sick and she gave it to Walsh...”
Eric blinked. “She’s recovering from a gunshot wound, you moron. And I’ve known Walsh for six years, he’s never sick.” He glanced up as Jason walked into the office and sneezed. “Gemme that,” he said, taking the hand sanitizer again.
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Eric Delahoy and Leo Banks
Word Count: 205
Rating: PG
Summary: Banks starts to worry about getting the Swine Flu
Disclaimer: I don’t own it
Eric looked around his computer monitor to his partner, who was typing one letter on his keyboard then washing his hands with sanitizer. “Banks,” he said. “What the hell are you doing?”
Leo looked at him. “You didn’t hear about the Swine Flu? Man, its one more thing for me to die from.”
“Will you shut up? You aren’t gonna die. At least not from Swine Flu. By the way, it’s called H1N1 Virus now.”
“Virus? See, I’m gonna die. I’ll die from this.” He poured more sanitizer into his palm and rubbed his hands together.
Eric grabbed the small bottle from the other man’s desk. “Kiwi?” he asked, reading the label. He flipped the cap open and smelled it. “It smells like kiwi. Man, you’re gonna die smelling like a chick.”
“Bridget gave it to me.” He took the bottle back. “The virus is in the city. Did you notice Beaumont isn’t here today? What if she’s sick and she gave it to Walsh...”
Eric blinked. “She’s recovering from a gunshot wound, you moron. And I’ve known Walsh for six years, he’s never sick.” He glanced up as Jason walked into the office and sneezed. “Gemme that,” he said, taking the hand sanitizer again.